"I' faith 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he, "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn." So then to his palace returned he, And he sat down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man; But Bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning, as he entered the hall Where his picture hung against the wall, A sweat like death all o'er him came, For the rats had eaten it out of the frame. As he looked there came a man from his farm; He had a countenance white with alarm. "My lord, I opened your granaries this morn, And the rats had eaten all your corn." Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be: "Fly, my lord bishop, fly," quoth he; "Ten thousand rats are coming this way; The Lord forgive you for yesterday." "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine," replied he, "'Tis the safest place in Germany; The walls are high, and the shores are steep, And the stream is strong, and the water deep." Bishop Hatto fearfully hastened away, And he crossed the Rhine without delay, And reached his tower, and barred with care All the windows, doors, and loopholes there. He laid him down and closed his eyes; But soon a scream made him arise. He started, and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow, from whence the screaming came. He listened and looked: it was only the cat: But the bishop he grew more fearful for that; For she sat screaming, mad with fear At the army of rats that were drawing near. For they have swum over the river so deep, And they have climbed the shores so steep, And now by thousands up they crawl To the holes and windows in the wall. Down on his knees the bishop fell, And faster and faster his beads did he tell, As louder and louder, drawing near, The saw of their teeth without he could hear. And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down through the ceiling and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below; And all at once at the bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the bishop's bones; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him. "I'm glad they ate him up," said Minnie, as soon as Mr. George had finished reading the poetry. "I am very glad indeed." "Yes," said Rollo, "so am I."